Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uruguay and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Zapp to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Pierre Henry,
Moss Icon,
Lakeside,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delta 5,
Porter Ricks,
The Birthday Party,
Public Image Ltd.,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Fear,
Heaven 17,
The Associates,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warsaw,
Moebius,
New York Dolls,
Leonard Cohen,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pere Ubu,
Slick Rick,
The Stooges,
kango's stein massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scan 7,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
The Grass Roots,
The Velvet Underground,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unwound,
Whodini,
Kaleidoscope,
Yazoo,
Mr. Review,
Infiniti,
Oblivians,
The Toasters,
Sex Pistols,
Talk Talk,
B.T. Express,
Ossler,
Joy Division,
Chris Corsano,
the Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Mission of Burma,
Urselle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Adolescents,
DJ Sneak,
Groovy Waters,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Al Stewart,
The Cramps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.